| Free!
|
| Yeah!
|
| Usher…
|
| (Benji Style, Benji Style, Benji Style…)
|
| Yeah!
|
| Band Camp…
|
| Yessir!
|
| Steve Young, Jerry Rice
|
| Steve Young, Jerry Rice
|
| Steve Young, Jerry Rice
|
| Steve Young, Jerry Rice
|
| My thugs — me
|
| My plug — me
|
| What it do, Allah?
|
| You know a nigga don’t give two fucks
|
| I’ve been drinkin' berry red, gettin' screwed up
|
| Move that man in, I had to drew up
|
| You pupas’ll get stretched out
|
| No need for a stretcher
|
| Your bitch left and you left out
|
| I fucked her once, then I left her
|
| Wild boy, machine gun
|
| Play the drum, Band Camp
|
| Countin' money, machines shake us
|
| Last time I got a hand cramp
|
| No joke, I go broke
|
| That four’ll smoke you, yeah I’m HAM shootin'
|
| I made money, this priest here spoke
|
| This summer too, I’m goin' Cam Newton
|
| Play the corner, Steve Smith
|
| Quick pass, long run
|
| South ball, hard ball, all base, homerun
|
| Third pig, we brick build
|
| We built different, iron team
|
| What you coppin? |
| You stoppin'?
|
| You Moufasa, the lion king
|
| What block you workin' on?
|
| Seen the rocks you be perpin' on
|
| Merkin' on — we done took out more shit
|
| Than housekeeping and nursing homes
|
| All in, now I’m all out — I was ballin', now I ball out
|
| Would long spit, now I do small routes
|
| Like five in and five out
|
| My flow hot, and my strip jumpin'
|
| We don’t cop 'em, I’m not frontin'
|
| We do good business, give 'em straight ins
|
| Got that new Benz come out next summer
|
| Took your bitch to band camp
|
| And she told me, once upon a time
|
| She stuck a flute in her pussy
|
| Then a couple guys got neck from her
|
| This is Black Santa, better check for it
|
| I move pies, get a check for it
|
| Got a few floosies that rock Gucci
|
| Louis V with that checkerboard
|
| Daumier prints, and she down to catch a body
|
| She a murder mami
|
| When she ride she bring that tek aboard
|
| And I got that Heckler — Koch shit
|
| I’m from where the preacher come off the pulpit
|
| And jump straight in the mosh pit
|
| Break everything down
|
| The rocks if the work slow
|
| Acrobatics, I am Gabby Douglas, y’all cannot flow
|
| Golden Retriever, I fetch the bricks
|
| Wide receiver, I catch the bricks
|
| I keep catchin', he keep throwin'
|
| It don’t stop, it just keep goin'
|
| And that beanstalk, it just keep growin'
|
| My money tree, I’m talkin' cash, shit
|
| Team Early and Band Camp
|
| As we proceed to get the money
|
| Biotch!
|
| I keep rocks inside my pocket
|
| I keep my black card in my wallet
|
| And I ball out with these two chains
|
| Damn right I got it
|
| If I want it then I go cop it
|
| Denzel in Training Day, yeah, I cop shit
|
| Drop like 10, I buy the whole bar out
|
| Then I ball nonstop, Rasheed Wallace
|
| B’s up for the Band Camp
|
| A rubber band is a band stamp
|
| If you bring it down, I’ll buy you all out
|
| Bring a couple barrels of that Grand-Daddy
|
| 11−5 and I’m frontin' that
|
| When it’s a drought, give me 12 flat
|
| I’ll run her out if Steve throwin' the pass
|
| And stretch her pack — Spandex
|
| Beastin' out 'til the pack gone
|
| Dyke shit, yeah the strap is on
|
| If a nigga look or even act wrong
|
| Night light, he gettin' clapped on
|
| Two shots, call it a free throw
|
| I got that 'thrax, he got cheeb smoke
|
| 25 for a G, got y’all for 23, though
|
| Have a nigga runnin' from a sack like Tebow
|
| Steve Young, Jerry Rice
|
| I got Al Green and Barry White
|
| But if a nigga sing, he gettin' buried twice
|
| Cold body, lonely nights
|
| And I got the pack with an extension cord
|
| That’s Steve Young, Jerry Rice
|
| Long money, my money long
|
| And Hail Mary, I’m Jerry Rice! |